So…

nothingseemstoturnoutright:

The words at the end of “Cry Forum” by Mother Mother are in dutch                   

(Als allen om U heen zich reeds verloren achten

en gij alleen de kop nog boven water houdt,
als gij van niemand meer vertrouwen moogt verwachten
en enkel op Uzelf als op een rotssteen bouwt,
als gij geduldig zijt en spoed en nijd kunt laten,
Als gij belogen wordt en U niet liegend wreekt,
als gij de haat aanvaardt, dit zonder zelf te haten,
U niet op wijsheid roemt, noch van uw deugden spreekt;)

It’s from the poem “If” by Rudyard Kipling which goes

“If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:”

But wait there’s more. The poem continues after the line in the song, and it’s also beautiful

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,
 And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
 If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
 Yours is the Earth and everything that ’s in it,
 And—which is more—you ’ll be a Man, my son!

These are words to live by. My God, Ryan Guldemond (who wrote Cry Forum) is a genius <3 and so is Rudyard Kipling.

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